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My sweetheart of the long ago —

With rosy cheeks and raven hair —

Sang lullabies so soft and low,

All joyous was the rhythmic air.

Though other links with luckless fate

Have brought me bruises bathed in tears,

From childhood up to man’s estate

Her love has held me all the years.

Our ties grow fonder, day by day,

While graces, all, in her combine.

Oh, love! make good and glad the way

Where walks this sweetheart – Mother mine.